Chapter 2

"I...you're too rough...don't do it so hard..."

Yorko was a bit speechless, not because Anna's moans were tempting, but because Anna was tightly pressed against the door, using her body to cushion the impact just to avoid disturbing Roland.

"You look at yourself. You've become a whore that men can fuck around with. Can Roland still like you? Which man can tolerate his wife wearing so many green hats for him?"

While Yorko was vigorously fucking Anna, he marveled at how tight her pussy was. Could Roland really handle it or is he not even a real man? With such a delicate little pussy, he probably hasn't had much experience before and if Yorko were in Roland's position before, he would have been partying every night with a group of witches serving him.

"You don't understand...all you have is desire...compared to Roland...you will always be lost in desire..."

Anna's face turned slightly red as she reminisced about the taste of Roland. She remembered their first time together and although Roland was inexperienced, she felt satisfied. However, that feeling gradually faded away as Yorko took over with his perfect technique which made her feel guilty. But when she looked into the room again, her eyes remained calm yet hopeful.

"Fuck...you witch bitch...how dare you say that about me...looks like you haven't learned your lesson yet..."

Yorko became more aggressive and pulled on Anna's hair while thrusting harder even though Anna held onto the door tightly trying not to make any noise but it still creaked rhythmically like music.

"Haha…once Roland wakes up…everything will get better…ahh…it's so deep…"

Anna trembled slightly as her thighs wanted to clamp down on something. The pleasure she tried to hold back invaded her body and even actively welcomed Yorko's thrusts. Her heart was in turmoil as this feeling was completely different from the gentle Roland. For a moment, she wondered if it was too tiring to continue.

Fortunately, Anna remembered the warm scene of meeting Roland for the first time and that alone made her want to persevere forever.

"I'm also looking forward to seeing what expression Roland will have when he wakes up and sees you being fucked like this. Will he point at your nose and call you a horny bitch who lets anyone fuck her? "

Yorko really wanted to see Anna's broken appearance but he also knew that since his personality changed drastically, becoming extremely gentle yet possessing special charm after losing to Roland, he probably wouldn't blame Anna but instead would take all responsibility himself.

Thinking about this made Yorko scared but fortunately, according to what they heard from the church people, they were monitoring Roland at all times so they could extract more secrets from him. Poor Roland! If he reveals more secrets then it'll only make it easier for the church to capture more witches which is something Yorko finds difficult with their strange development of technology education.

However, Anna's pussy suddenly tightened interrupting his thoughts. The beautiful woman beneath him was already on the brink of orgasm.

At least in terms of being a sex slave witch, they are very talented; Yorko doesn't know how exactly did Roland train them but each one is naturally lewd with plenty of sensitivity and lubrication making them hardier than expected despite taking an unusual path by developing science education which gives Yorko headaches just thinking about it.

He wiped some vaginal fluid on Anna's lips and although she turned her head slightly at first she didn't resist anymore.

This sense of conquest makes Yorko very happy even though he can tell that Anna is doing everything just so that he can experience pleasure quickly before waking up Roland.

For such thoughts, Yorko finds them interesting and wants to try if he can fuck Anna until she falls apart.

Even the smartest woman, after falling into lust time and time again, won't they develop feelings?

"Baby, come on. Lick your fingers clean and I'll let you cum."

Anna was fucked by Yorko until her eyes became blurred with pleasure. The feeling of shame from licking his fingers which were covered in vaginal fluid that came out when their pussies combined made her even more sensitive while making Yorko's bones harden threefold.

Ah... umm... ha..."

As the pleasure spread through their bodies, Anna and Yaku's movements became more and more synchronized. Although Anna didn't want to admit it, even though she enYorkoyed the feeling of being intertwined with Roland during sex, compared to the pure explosion of desire with Yaku, this kind of pleasure seemed even stronger.

Anna's eyes were calm and serene at first, but now there was a hint of mist in them as if tears could start falling from her eyes any moment.

She couldn't let herself give in like this.

Anna didn't know how long she could hold on for, but every time it felt like she was being tamed by Yaku. She felt embarrassed about facing her instinctive desires for physical pleasure that made her confused.

Her body that used to be able to think clearly had become blurry; her mind was blank.

The only message her body conveyed was "feel happier," "feel even happier." She wanted Yaku's big cock to find the most sensitive spot inside her body so that he could conquer it over and over again.

That place where Roland had never carefully cultivated before was so sensitive that just touching it would make Anna shiver in desire.

She was almost there; she was almost reaching orgasm.

Anna couldn't help turning around and looking at Yaku. He knew what she wanted and grabbed onto Anna's arm while thrusting harder.

When Yaku rubbed against her and kissed Anna passionately, she found herself subconsciously opening up her mouth for him. The kiss became so intense that Anna became even more hesitant about herself - Was this really who I am? A slut?

Was this an instinctual response as a lewd witch? Unable to resist completely, all she could do is suffocate under such dream-like pleasures until climax hit.

"Give me...I want..."

Anna couldn't believe these moans came out from herself; however, they were filled with lust, and Yaku finally began his final sprint.

What a seductive witch she was - her skin was snow-white, and her huge breasts pressed against the door.

Anna outside the door had been fucked by Yaku until her legs went weak. Even so, Yaku held her up to keep going.

Inside the room was Anna's husband Roland who had fallen asleep at this moment. Their happiness together seemed so sincere yet simple but now felt so distant.

With tears falling on the ground where there were also many fluids of pleasure, Anna reached orgasm from being fucked by Yaku.

She trembled slightly as both legs wanted to struggle; however, how could she be a match for Yaku? As he thrust harder and harder inside her body that became more tender with each stroke.

This is what makes witches special - their bodies are irrigated with magic power that can quickly recover even if they're broken down.

As an exquisite witch who always maintained a clear mind for Roland's sake, Anna would give everything for him.

But at this moment, all she could do was struggle while being fucked by Yaku in desire until climax hit.

Witches cannot conceive like ordinary humans; therefore making them perfect targets for internal ejaculation.

Feeling herself contracting rapidly around his cock made it unbearable for Yaku. Although Anna tried to maintain some dignity and not let him cum inside of her outside Roland's room,

her exhaustion from orgasmic pleasure combined with heightened sensitivity led to one last push from Yaku which caused him to shoot thick semen deep into Anna's pussy despite any protests.

As the top courtesan in the brothel, Anna was once Princess Roland's wife and had only accepted Roland's semen. No man could violate this powerful witch; any thoughts of doing so would be met with flames, and many lewd men were burned to ashes.

However, this powerful witch was easily impregnated by Yorko. The thick semen made Anna feel comfortable as if her vagina had been soothed.

As the climax ended, the semen dripped onto the ground. Anna showed no expression and pretended that nothing had happened.

As a courtesan in the brothel, she didn't know how many times she had been impregnated by men. She was no longer Roland's beloved wife who only accepted his semen. Every man was so eager to ejaculate on her body or even on her stomach, breasts or face.

These boring men couldn't compare to Prince Roland.